La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait.
I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds...
Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut.
I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
99.7 is stalking me....
I'm starting to wonder about the people at FM 99.7... There's this song that comes on every few minutes... I don't know what its called (You know? The SuckStation may want to consider telling their listeners what the sing is called and who its by instead of forcing us to make educated guesses...) Anyway, so this new song (the name of which I do not know) goes something like this:
Uh-Oh.. here we go, turn up the radio
come on everybody, to the something something....
Its kind of a psuedo-disco thing... it has kind of a Scissor Sister feel to it.... Anyway, I can't decide whether the song is brilliant or whether its just a load of crap...
My point is that at a certain point in the song, they start spelling something... and at first, the beat of the song is sooo annoying that its all you can focus on and you don't even notice the lyrics... but last night, when it came on, I listened for that part.. This is what came out of my speakers...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Louder...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Harder...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Let's goooooooooooo
I'm not sure if we all need a "morning wood" spelling lesson while we're stuck in morning traffic....
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Now Playing: Who did you think I was? By: John Mayer
He's got a brand new blues and he can't explain.. John Mayer takes on another persona.. Its rough, its raw and its unedited.. John Mayer moves to a whole new level of depth and guitar stylin'.
-Layla
Uh-Oh.. here we go, turn up the radio
come on everybody, to the something something....
Its kind of a psuedo-disco thing... it has kind of a Scissor Sister feel to it.... Anyway, I can't decide whether the song is brilliant or whether its just a load of crap...
My point is that at a certain point in the song, they start spelling something... and at first, the beat of the song is sooo annoying that its all you can focus on and you don't even notice the lyrics... but last night, when it came on, I listened for that part.. This is what came out of my speakers...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Louder...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Harder...
M-O.. M-O-R-N-I-N-G W-O-O-D
Let's goooooooooooo
I'm not sure if we all need a "morning wood" spelling lesson while we're stuck in morning traffic....
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Now Playing: Who did you think I was? By: John Mayer
He's got a brand new blues and he can't explain.. John Mayer takes on another persona.. Its rough, its raw and its unedited.. John Mayer moves to a whole new level of depth and guitar stylin'.
-Layla
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Just ask the Axis....
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Now Playing: Stranger in the Sky by: Jason Mraz
Haunting melody... Spine tingling vocal waver.... Consistently Inspiring lyrics... This man is a genius....
-Layla
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Bold as Love.....
Just ask the Axis....
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Now Playing: Stranger in the Sky by: Jason Mraz
Haunting melody... Spine tingling vocal waver.... Consistently Inspiring lyrics... This man is a genius....
-Layla
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I'm Bored...
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Monday, March 27, 2006
While we're on the topic of a man's genitalia...
I'm reading this book about Mount Vesuvius and ancient Italy. Apparently, when a man was asked to give sworn testimony in a courtroom, he had to grab his testicles and swear by the gods or his neighbor's cat or something that he was in fact telling the truth..... They should have had someone else (like a recently-converted lesbian* or something) grab his testies... I bet he would have told the truth then.... That's where the latin word for 'witness', which is testis, came from... You can also pick up its influence in our modern word 'testimony'.
I wonder what the women had to grab... could she grab the nearest man's testicles .. or was there some sort of ancient Roman dildo that she could hold onto while she gave her testimony....?
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You know that song on the radio? I don't know what its called, but here are some sample verses to get us all on the same page...
She is a cheerleader, I'm in the marching band...
She something something, I'm sittin' in the stands..
I get a little bit, she gets a little more...
something something, I think my boyfriend wants to date her....
Are you all familiar with this little ditty?? They only play it like every ten minutes on SuckStation 99.7 radio kuwait.
My point is... what the bleeding devil is wrong with that b^tch?!?! That has got to be the whiniest song I have ever heard in my life. What the hell is she complaining about!?
I hear the song so much that I have unconsciously begun to decipher it. First of all, who is this chick that the singer is (freakishly) obsessed with?? At first I thought, well duh she's the 'popular' girl at school. That annoying chick that all girls hate and all boys adore. This notion was furthered by the fact that she appears to be a cheerleader of some sort. But then the singer goes "She gets the top bunk and I'm sleeping on the floor." So, does that make her the 'popular' girl's sister? o ba3dain chinna she's being a bit dramatic... ishda3wa sleeping on the floor marra wa7da??
So, then I'm thinking she can't be the singers sister 'cos madry.. from the lyrics it would seem like their relationship is not particularly close. The singer doesn't tell us anything real or personal about this chick. Just that apparently she's a mega-watt b^tch that needs to be taken down a peg or two.... So, I start pondering the bunk bed situation and I come to the conclusion that perhaps singer and Little Miss 'popular' shared a bunk bed at some sort of summer camp... but the girl is a cheerleader whereas the singer belongs in the marching band (If you ask me, she belongs on the ground underneath the marching band..) but anyway, I've never heard of cheerleaders and marching bands sharing camp grounds....
I've put way too much thought into this already and I apologize profusely for this long-winded, pointless post... I just have one more thing to add about the song...
Maybe its just me but everytime she goes: "She's miss america and I'm just the girl next door.."
I always end up singing: "She's miss america and I'm just the whore next door."
I kinda like my version better.. after all, she has admitted to sleeping on the floor at times... and besides, we all know how kinky marching band members are.. (This one time... at band camp....)
*There's no footnote containing information on how to get in touch with recently-converted lesbians or anything like that... I just like pissing you guys off! :P
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What would the Happy Bunny do?
-Layla
I wonder what the women had to grab... could she grab the nearest man's testicles .. or was there some sort of ancient Roman dildo that she could hold onto while she gave her testimony....?
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You know that song on the radio? I don't know what its called, but here are some sample verses to get us all on the same page...
She is a cheerleader, I'm in the marching band...
She something something, I'm sittin' in the stands..
I get a little bit, she gets a little more...
something something, I think my boyfriend wants to date her....
Are you all familiar with this little ditty?? They only play it like every ten minutes on SuckStation 99.7 radio kuwait.
My point is... what the bleeding devil is wrong with that b^tch?!?! That has got to be the whiniest song I have ever heard in my life. What the hell is she complaining about!?
I hear the song so much that I have unconsciously begun to decipher it. First of all, who is this chick that the singer is (freakishly) obsessed with?? At first I thought, well duh she's the 'popular' girl at school. That annoying chick that all girls hate and all boys adore. This notion was furthered by the fact that she appears to be a cheerleader of some sort. But then the singer goes "She gets the top bunk and I'm sleeping on the floor." So, does that make her the 'popular' girl's sister? o ba3dain chinna she's being a bit dramatic... ishda3wa sleeping on the floor marra wa7da??
So, then I'm thinking she can't be the singers sister 'cos madry.. from the lyrics it would seem like their relationship is not particularly close. The singer doesn't tell us anything real or personal about this chick. Just that apparently she's a mega-watt b^tch that needs to be taken down a peg or two.... So, I start pondering the bunk bed situation and I come to the conclusion that perhaps singer and Little Miss 'popular' shared a bunk bed at some sort of summer camp... but the girl is a cheerleader whereas the singer belongs in the marching band (If you ask me, she belongs on the ground underneath the marching band..) but anyway, I've never heard of cheerleaders and marching bands sharing camp grounds....
I've put way too much thought into this already and I apologize profusely for this long-winded, pointless post... I just have one more thing to add about the song...
Maybe its just me but everytime she goes: "She's miss america and I'm just the girl next door.."
I always end up singing: "She's miss america and I'm just the whore next door."
I kinda like my version better.. after all, she has admitted to sleeping on the floor at times... and besides, we all know how kinky marching band members are.. (This one time... at band camp....)
*There's no footnote containing information on how to get in touch with recently-converted lesbians or anything like that... I just like pissing you guys off! :P
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What would the Happy Bunny do?
-Layla
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Sing the Body Eccentric...
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
Mom Fires Back...
Apparently my mom is an avid reader of my blog....
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SMS received 10:49 pm / 25th March 2006
A bird IN THE HAND (Mom's emphasis) is worth two in the book any day. If you get my drift. A prude - I think not. Just my imagination's better than her writing.
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Ok, first of all, mom? I think a box of crayons would have gotten your "drift" and second of all, I don't think so! You didn't even get to the juicy parts! And third, EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!
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Now Playing (in my head): Remember the name By: M.Shinoda
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SMS received 10:49 pm / 25th March 2006
A bird IN THE HAND (Mom's emphasis) is worth two in the book any day. If you get my drift. A prude - I think not. Just my imagination's better than her writing.
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Ok, first of all, mom? I think a box of crayons would have gotten your "drift" and second of all, I don't think so! You didn't even get to the juicy parts! And third, EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!
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Now Playing (in my head): Remember the name By: M.Shinoda
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Friday, March 24, 2006
I stand by my recommendation...
So, I don't know if you guys remember, but a few months ago I posted about this book called "Lip Lock" ... Anyway, so my mom was in my room the other day and she saw the book and she says "Is this a good book?" So, I look at her and say "Oh, yeah!" So, she asks if she can borrow it from me and I say "Sure."
The very next day, I walk into my room and find the book on my desk with a post-it that reads:
Thanks, but I'm married. I don't need that much detail.
I think my mom may be a bit of a prude...
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I'm starting to believe in a certain kind of self-jinxing. That if I start to think of scenarios of how things could happen, then those scenarios will never materialize... Like, for instance, if I start to think about the various ways a job interview could go, none of those ways will ever really happen... not even close... Do you know what I mean? This situation would be bearable if only I didn't spend the better parts of my days thinking up scenarios of how things could go....
To quote Dr.Lost, what do you think? :P Does this happen to anyone else? or is it just me??
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Show me what it's like,
to be the last one standing...
Teach me wrong from right,
and I'll show you what I can be...
-Layla
The very next day, I walk into my room and find the book on my desk with a post-it that reads:
Thanks, but I'm married. I don't need that much detail.
I think my mom may be a bit of a prude...
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I'm starting to believe in a certain kind of self-jinxing. That if I start to think of scenarios of how things could happen, then those scenarios will never materialize... Like, for instance, if I start to think about the various ways a job interview could go, none of those ways will ever really happen... not even close... Do you know what I mean? This situation would be bearable if only I didn't spend the better parts of my days thinking up scenarios of how things could go....
To quote Dr.Lost, what do you think? :P Does this happen to anyone else? or is it just me??
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Show me what it's like,
to be the last one standing...
Teach me wrong from right,
and I'll show you what I can be...
-Layla
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It'll change everything you thought you knew about the religion of Islam.. and every other religion for that matter....
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There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you...
-Layla
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Read this book....
It'll change everything you thought you knew about the religion of Islam.. and every other religion for that matter....
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There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you...
-Layla
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Monday, March 13, 2006
Oh, the games people play...
I am slowly, one could say painfully so, settling into a new routine now that I'm back in the land of the gizzing. I don't know, but I feel a subtle shift in my relations with those around me. I'm not sure if they've changed or if I have or if it's just a wave that'll pass, but I'm left feeling somewhat apprehensive. I find myself in a state of waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.
I forgot how infuriating the Kuwaiti culture can be.. or maybe it's not so much that I forgot as it is that I've lost patience for it. I find myself no longer in the mood to give people "mujamalat"... I've never been one to patronize, but I have been known to hand out pleasentries when I don't feel like getting into something. Now though, I just have zero patience for it. I find myself being brutally honest with people.. even those closest to me. I think I might be alienating some of them. I just can't stop myself. They ask me what I think and I tell them... regardless of whether it's what they want to hear or not. And they look at me like suddenly I'm this bad person who doesn't want anything good to happen to them or something. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could be further from the truth...
I guess I need to learn a little diplomacy.
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These days, I find solace in the mundane. Unpacking, arranging and re-arranging my belongings... I find myself, more often than not, idling in Hearts, Limewire and Steven Tyler....
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I just hope you understand,
sometimes the clothes do not make the man...
-Layla
I forgot how infuriating the Kuwaiti culture can be.. or maybe it's not so much that I forgot as it is that I've lost patience for it. I find myself no longer in the mood to give people "mujamalat"... I've never been one to patronize, but I have been known to hand out pleasentries when I don't feel like getting into something. Now though, I just have zero patience for it. I find myself being brutally honest with people.. even those closest to me. I think I might be alienating some of them. I just can't stop myself. They ask me what I think and I tell them... regardless of whether it's what they want to hear or not. And they look at me like suddenly I'm this bad person who doesn't want anything good to happen to them or something. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could be further from the truth...
I guess I need to learn a little diplomacy.
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These days, I find solace in the mundane. Unpacking, arranging and re-arranging my belongings... I find myself, more often than not, idling in Hearts, Limewire and Steven Tyler....
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I just hope you understand,
sometimes the clothes do not make the man...
-Layla
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Another Year, Another step up on the ladder to Im3ansa-ville....
Another birthday is here... That title is an exaggerated expression of the sentiments I've heard from my girlfriends who have already reached the big 23.... (7ady ma 3indy salfa, I know!) bes seriously this is what I've been hearing from all my girls... apparently, 23 is the new im3ansa age for some reason.... madry, personally I'm happy. My professional life is about to officially launch, I love my friends and my single status, in general. Of course, that's not to say that if the right guy came along, I wouldn't pounce on him! :P
Anyway, in honor of the beginning of my 23rd year of living, here's a list of 23 things you would know about me had you been there from the very start of it all...
1. I connect with my cat better than I do with most people... She gets me...
2. I believe wholeheartedly that sushi should be a seperate food group.
3. Within seconds of flipping the dial, I can sing along to whatever song I find on the radio.
4. My sneezes are impossibly lady-like and yet when I blow my nose, it can be heard around the world...
5. I have a foot fetish and I refuse to apologize for it.
6. My love affair with shoes is something that can not be suppressed and will not be denied.
7. Holidays don't mean squat to me... I believe that Hallmark is a subsidiary of Satan Inc.
8. The idea of wearing PJ's to bed actually creeps me out.
9. I used to be a huge fan of boy bands... and no, I do not regret it.
10.Cockroaches scare the sh*t out of me... If earth were ever to be invaded by giant, alien cockroaches, I would be the first one to jump out of a building.
11.Whenever I am chased (as in physically chased up stairs or around a table or something), I will always, always give up. And yet, when faced with something that truly matters, I will fight to the end.
12.I do not understand most womens love affair with chocolate... I just don't.
13.I have still not accepted that I am not meant to have green eyes.
14.My favorite thing in the world is lounging in my big, blue chair, listening to my tunes and playing online Mah Jong... I live for these fleeting moments of peace.
15.Ramadan always makes me a little nostalgic for my younger, simpler years.
16.I believe that things happen for a reason and you either accept it or you don't.
17.My most valued and beloved possesion is my iPod.
18.Eighteen was perhaps the suckiest year I have had thusfar.
19.I believe that any bad day can be subdued with a F.R.I.E.N.D.S-athon.
20.No matter how much I b*tch and moan about it, living in Kuwait is actually a very good thing.
21.I believe that books of a spiritual or especially inquisitive nature will put you in good terms with God.
22.I don't regret a single thing I have ever done.. (or not done for that matter)
23.I do not think that throwing food (as in edible food, I'm not talking about chewed up bubble gum!) into the street counts as littering. Food is biodegradable.. therefore, it will become food for someone or something.. ergo, it's not littering, but actually could probably be wiggled into the category of being a good samaritan.
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Pass me a spoon
Pass the analytical knife...
-Layla
Anyway, in honor of the beginning of my 23rd year of living, here's a list of 23 things you would know about me had you been there from the very start of it all...
1. I connect with my cat better than I do with most people... She gets me...
2. I believe wholeheartedly that sushi should be a seperate food group.
3. Within seconds of flipping the dial, I can sing along to whatever song I find on the radio.
4. My sneezes are impossibly lady-like and yet when I blow my nose, it can be heard around the world...
5. I have a foot fetish and I refuse to apologize for it.
6. My love affair with shoes is something that can not be suppressed and will not be denied.
7. Holidays don't mean squat to me... I believe that Hallmark is a subsidiary of Satan Inc.
8. The idea of wearing PJ's to bed actually creeps me out.
9. I used to be a huge fan of boy bands... and no, I do not regret it.
10.Cockroaches scare the sh*t out of me... If earth were ever to be invaded by giant, alien cockroaches, I would be the first one to jump out of a building.
11.Whenever I am chased (as in physically chased up stairs or around a table or something), I will always, always give up. And yet, when faced with something that truly matters, I will fight to the end.
12.I do not understand most womens love affair with chocolate... I just don't.
13.I have still not accepted that I am not meant to have green eyes.
14.My favorite thing in the world is lounging in my big, blue chair, listening to my tunes and playing online Mah Jong... I live for these fleeting moments of peace.
15.Ramadan always makes me a little nostalgic for my younger, simpler years.
16.I believe that things happen for a reason and you either accept it or you don't.
17.My most valued and beloved possesion is my iPod.
18.Eighteen was perhaps the suckiest year I have had thusfar.
19.I believe that any bad day can be subdued with a F.R.I.E.N.D.S-athon.
20.No matter how much I b*tch and moan about it, living in Kuwait is actually a very good thing.
21.I believe that books of a spiritual or especially inquisitive nature will put you in good terms with God.
22.I don't regret a single thing I have ever done.. (or not done for that matter)
23.I do not think that throwing food (as in edible food, I'm not talking about chewed up bubble gum!) into the street counts as littering. Food is biodegradable.. therefore, it will become food for someone or something.. ergo, it's not littering, but actually could probably be wiggled into the category of being a good samaritan.
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Pass me a spoon
Pass the analytical knife...
-Layla
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
The Krispy Klan returns....
So, FB and I are back in Kuwait. After two days of flying, endless miles and multiple time-zone crossing, we finally made it home. I, for one, am elated that I am back. What I am not elated over, however, is the endless amount of sh*t that has been dumped on me not even twenty-four hours into coming home. Over the next two weeks, I have:
-Job Interviews
-Reports to write
-Presentation to prepare
-Unpacking of .... um..... 6 (?) suitcases
-Tracking of shipment from the states
-Various family/friends obligations
-My birthday and subsequent party....
ufff... il list ma ikhali9.... :/
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You'd think that somewhere in their pilot training, the Kuwait Airways pilots would have learned a thing or two about how time zones work. This is a true story...
So, I'm sitting in the plane right? and we're about.. oh, I don't know.. maybe three or four hours from landing in Kuwait. And the screen (you know the communal one at the front of the cabin?), so that screen is showing the flight stats. The miles covered, miles left, temprature.. etc etc... Anywho, so I'm looking at the stats and they show the time stats. The screen showed:
Time at origin: 7:56
Time at destination: 15:07
........... Do you see the problem here?..........
You would think that at some point during pilot training, those fly-boys would have learned that if it's 7:56 somewhere then it's 15:56 or 19:56 or whatever:56 everywhere else!
So, I decide to give the guys the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe, maybe, it was a glitch in the programming or clock setting or whatever. So, I ignore it and go about my business of position shifting.... but, nooooo. Five minutes later, the pilot comes on with this announcement....
Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently cruising at blah, blah thousand feet and at a speed of yada yada knots travelling in a gooba di gooly direction. The time at the destination is 3:25 pm. (!!!!!!)
So, I look down to my watch (which is still set to New York time) and it reads 8:05 am..... It is at this point that I seriously begin to ponder the qualifications of our quasi-pilot.....
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And we're gonna weep in between this sleep
until we float away....
-Layla
-Job Interviews
-Reports to write
-Presentation to prepare
-Unpacking of .... um..... 6 (?) suitcases
-Tracking of shipment from the states
-Various family/friends obligations
-My birthday and subsequent party....
ufff... il list ma ikhali9.... :/
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You'd think that somewhere in their pilot training, the Kuwait Airways pilots would have learned a thing or two about how time zones work. This is a true story...
So, I'm sitting in the plane right? and we're about.. oh, I don't know.. maybe three or four hours from landing in Kuwait. And the screen (you know the communal one at the front of the cabin?), so that screen is showing the flight stats. The miles covered, miles left, temprature.. etc etc... Anywho, so I'm looking at the stats and they show the time stats. The screen showed:
Time at origin: 7:56
Time at destination: 15:07
........... Do you see the problem here?..........
You would think that at some point during pilot training, those fly-boys would have learned that if it's 7:56 somewhere then it's 15:56 or 19:56 or whatever:56 everywhere else!
So, I decide to give the guys the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe, maybe, it was a glitch in the programming or clock setting or whatever. So, I ignore it and go about my business of position shifting.... but, nooooo. Five minutes later, the pilot comes on with this announcement....
Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently cruising at blah, blah thousand feet and at a speed of yada yada knots travelling in a gooba di gooly direction. The time at the destination is 3:25 pm. (!!!!!!)
So, I look down to my watch (which is still set to New York time) and it reads 8:05 am..... It is at this point that I seriously begin to ponder the qualifications of our quasi-pilot.....
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And we're gonna weep in between this sleep
until we float away....
-Layla
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